Surprising the world with diamonds and But a song about a ain't really about a girl Got a two-way vanity mirror, I'm an amity a peeping Tom complex
You're a soul collector You keep 'em in a trash bag You 'em in a shopping cart Go and act sad
When none left to collect So you go on and you more But wait, what you lose to the state for?
The time you see me be through plexiglass There no bail outs in this jail house Ain't no more petty Easy come, go A penny saved, a earned And I've learned is clich One of these you get what you deserve
Surprising the world with and pearls But a song about a girl ain't really a girl Got a 2-way mirror Firing a blind eye I turn from an gorilla
In the midst of misdirected False blood can run thinner icy water Watch the Flirt the Death-star I cried by bedside Decided right and there to pretend you were alive Maybe, baby lie to me, invade my Have the to say bye, after taking the pride piracy You ran out of family And pads to crash, So when you're done playing dumb, empty the
We're for our lives back, we wish we could have saved yours There's nothing we can buy back, everything was paid off I you in a pawn shop, you were stuck behind a glass case I as the cost dropped, puppy dog sad face Put a down payment on my meal plan, just to see your shit eating Save the frown for when you need to your skin, bullshit shells to yourself, the layers are coming off Economic failed, professional victim of sale cutting
Charity case, don't ask me to You axe murdered your mate My back's hurting from an tax your own weight A punching bag for hire, every there's a sucker bet, So what's the over and under you'll up from the debt. With the complexion of a The resurrection was a hoax, but 2000 years later it's like knows If you you're slick enough to turn a trick and spin the story just cause Jesus is fair-weather pimp And you caught me praying with my fingers So I shuffled up the deck, is the card that you picked? Well if not, how this? Missionary aint a job, its a position, so it's a victimless crime, watch dog has an owner abusive
Now isnt that With one hand in my pocket And the other choking out the corner prophet Uncrossed my fingers and "Look at me when Im talking, dear I aint mad at you, and thats the only here"
I mad at you
Im surprising the with diamonds and pearls But a song about a girl ain't really about a